The Palace of the Oba of Igbobi-Sabe

We give glory to God almighty because it is not by might. It has been a long journey. An elderly man brought me to this particular spot about a year and half before my installation. I was on the lookout for a suitable place to situate my palace, although I told him I was inspecting it for a friend of mine who was relocating from the US. He actually showed me two places, but when I got here, I thought: ‘Wow!’It was nice and the street, spacious. Even the structure was good and solid enough for a palace. The other option was on Shiro Street, but I considered it a bit in a corner; and to think I’d have to bring down a whole three-storey building turned me off.  Eventually, I got talking with the realtor of this property but the price tag was too high. However, my mind kept telling me, this was going to be your palace. Let me tell you a secret: During one of our tour of the property, I bent down, scooped the soil and prayed to God that: ‘O Lord, if it is your will that I will become the king in this domain; pave a way for me to be able to acquire this building. Do not allow anybody to pay for it until I become the king in this kingdom.’ I dropped the soil and left. About a year and half after the Obaship thing had come to reality, one day, I was in seclusion, when my friends and a few other close relatives started asking me, ‘Where are we going to use as palace? Would I use the family house? I said ‘no’, because tussle issues may eventually arise going forward. Right there, they decided to go look around to see if they could find a befitting place. Thirty minutes later, they came back and said they found two places: one on Lawal Street. The moment they mentioned that it was beside a church, I supplied them the address. I said ‘Number 7’. They saw another on Jibowu Street, about 3000 square meters, really big.